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I decided to participate in Linda G. Hill’s weekly Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompts. The original link for this week’s prompt can be found here if you would like to participate. Rules of engagement are at the end of this post.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “the last piece of mail you received.” Talk about the subject of the last piece of physical mail you received, i.e. a gas bill – talk about gas, not the bill itself. Have fun!
University of Chicago.
Brown University.
California Institute of Technology.
I graduated from high school with the family expectation that I would become a secretary. I wouldn’t need a FAFSA. What use were those AP classes anyway, my grandfather (step-grandfather; it’s important to make the distinction) used to ask while I slaved away, happily, as it were, on my AP Lit essay. I mean, the world was going to end anyway. Best to save your energy preparing for the second coming of Christ.
But I graduated and Jesus never came.
I had my first boyfriend and Jesus never came.
I grew bored and disconsolate in my job as a medical billing clerk. Still, Jesus never came.
Finally, I figured out that Jesus was like my junior high school prom date, who never knocked on my bedroom window to pick me up. I made it to the dance anyway. I climbed out of the window, just as I had planned and hitched a ride with my neighbor’s son, who would do anything for a couple of bucks to buy a dime bag. He even shared a toke with me before I stumbled into the high school gym, all self-righteous and defiant in a purple dress the size of church bell and proceeded to have me a good time. (Turns out my poor date had had a car accident and, this being the time before cell phones and me being the kind of girl who couldn’t give her home phone away, I didn’t find out what happened until half way through YMCA).
Back to those letters. I eventually went to community college. Then I went to state college. Waiting for damnation to rain on my head. That never came, either.
Those college letters are for my daughter.
She isn’t waiting for Jesus. Or damnation. Or a jilted date.
She won’t have to climb out a window to have a good time.
Here are the rules:
1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing (typos can be fixed), and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.
2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.
3. I will post the prompt here on my blog every Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, I will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” “Begin with the word ‘The,’” or will simply be a single word to get you started.
4. Ping back! It’s important, so that I and other people can come and read your post! For example, in your post you can write “This post is part of SoCS:” and then copy and paste the URL found in your address bar at the top of this post into yours. Your link will show up in my comments for everyone to see. The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top. NOTE: Pingbacks only work from WordPress sites. If you’re self-hosted or are participating from another host, such as Blogger, please leave a link to your post in the comments below.
5. Read at least one other person’s blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read all of them! If you’re the first person to link back, you can check back later or go to the previous week by following my category, “Stream of Consciousness Saturday,” which you’ll find below the “Like” button on my post.
6. Copy and paste the rules (if you’d like to) in your post. The more people who join in, the more new bloggers you’ll meet and the bigger your community will get!
7. As a suggestion, tag your post “SoCS” and/or “#SoCS” for more exposure and more views.
8. Have fun!